The Fruit of Our Love…
A week ago, our child was touched by the hand of God. Then at that moment, at that instant, our child… our love child had his or her first heartbeat.
When she told me, I felt the urge to cry. I knew not what to say. A sudden surge of emotions charged within my heart and made my way towards her, my beloved, the soon to be mother of our love child. I wanted to scream, I want to yell, to jump like a wild monkey, a crazy fool, like the careless spirited kid of my youth. But I could not. No, instead, I closed my eyes, and unleashed my joy in the arms of my beloved, my Monica. I hugged her. Held her tight to me, where she belonged. With yearning eyes, I looked at the opened windows of her soul and I searched for him, or her, who was in her, in her womb, wanting to reach him with my hands, wanting to touch his or her face. I searched for that child who knows God in His perfection better than we do. God has said “I knew you before you were in the womb.” And now, his or her heart beat is proof, yet again, of God’s love. God has blessed us with the greatest of gifts. She and I have nourished our love and now life has come from it.
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